A line of burly men surged into the small stone chamber, making the air feel a bit stifling.
The moment everyone entered, their gazes were involuntarily drawn to a small tree before them. It was entirely white and emanated a soft, gentle glow.
"It's the Sacred Laurel Tree." An Elf Warrior trembled all over, his eyes shimmering with tears, his voice on the verge of choking back a sob. "The Mother Goddess has not forsaken Her children. She is still watching over us, and She has come to our side."
All the Elves present gazed at the Laurel Tree with excitement and reverence, as if they were all having a collective seizure.
Even Ash couldn't help but take a deep breath, unable to hide her excitement. "My apologies, Levi. The Laurel Tree holds a truly ineffable meaning for us Elves."
"I understand."
It was just like in his past life, where as a descendant of Yan and Huang, he held an unimaginable reverence for dragons.
